Happy new year to all our readers! As promised, we are continuing the 2015 Epilogues due to the volume of responses we got. We’d like to thank every one who sent an entry, and if you sent your story before the 15th of December 2015, you will see it published on BellaNaija.
If you’re reading this and wondering, ‘What on earth is the series about?’ please catch up HERE.
Just thought of a million ways to start, but hey! I have started already. Last month I fell from a moving motorbike after my feet moved from the pedal. It happened so fast and next thing I knew I was on the untarred road (honestly, the bike rider was innocent).I had bruises on my hand, but what was funny about this accident was my reaction after I realised I was alive.
In those fleeting seconds, all I could do was pull back my wig that had fallen off and worry about how I would wear a sleeveless gown for my cousin’s wedding with the bruises on my hand. These flimsy and insignificant things were all I could think of and I had no control over that. It was minutes later that I started thanking God because it could have been worse than that. As good Samaritans came to clean me up and sympathise with me, it really dawned on me that I have taken so much for granted this year.
2015 started with written goals and prayer requests for my eyes only; and as the year progressed, I realised that my life took a different turn from my expectations. I saw myself daring things I never thought I could and failing where I thought I had all the strength. There were those moments when I felt like my situation was the worst and there were times when I knew what true victory tastes like. The setbacks were painful but I learnt patience which was not one of my virtues and to worry less. I also realised that some disappointments are truly blessings in disguise.
I have perused my goals and prayer requests and sincerely not half of both were ticked. I realised that sometimes what I truly wanted yesterday may not necessarily be all I need for today (the goals of 2016 will be far better).
This year I truly realised that “knowing” is alot different from “doing”, I accepted the fact that am a work in progress and not to compare my success story with others. This year I learnt that the fear of making mistakes is not an excuse not to TRY.
Has 2015 been the best year so far? I can’t say but I am hopeful for the rest days to come. Has it been rosy? Of course not! Even roses have got thorns.
Did I always get it right this year? No! I failed a lot but I’m happy I didn’t fail in trying to send this..
This beautiful Sunday with all the excuses I have, with the deadline for ‘2015 Epilogues’ just two days away, I’m happy I TRIED. As the scar on my hand fades, I’m grateful for all things I once took for granted this year…even the things I despised.
I am glad I can share my piece, it means I have access to internet and you can also read this because you do as well.
It is not over till it’s over!
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